We bounce the mothafucker Save your pen ink and your paper Player hater We bring the dark side Everywhere like the temper Ain?t you heard Ain?t nobody jocking your
't friendly Fuck your fendy, I'm swingin' for your diet kidney Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple's op Then slop your rock wit more floppin' than
you doin' dawg, you playin' wit it You make your bed right you layin' in it You keep your ?share? tight you stayin' in it You bringin' niggaz where your
to keep your kids off the street You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream) Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve) Uh, oh They got you locked in a hole
my gun skeet like it's bussing nuts 'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek Then come out the back of your head, now your just
sit at the big bars Sippin' champaign with a bowl of cavier Hell yeah you are, yeah you are Say it, say it, 'coz they all deny it Player, play it, '
you eat your girl's pussy I don't care I'll hit you from the back, slap your ass and pull your hair Wrap around rub your clit through your pubic hairs
tryna run fearless We playing games in this jungle, Jumanji With bomb tree, hidden under all my dirty laundry Call me an arm free fucking around Im putting words in your
) Life's short young nigga, get your mash on Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on If you see death around the corner, get your blast on You gonna
Cassius Clay, here I come" "26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Cassius Clay, you'd better run 99, 100, 101, 102, your
Clay here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run 99, 100 101, 102, Your
her side The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I In a high holster, studded in rhinestone Ready to cock back, we bust and your mind blown Just
jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me, he's gunna play
came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me, he's gunna play
you can always find a few dusty trucks With the windows down an' the radio up We sit there poppin' tops Shootin' bull an' singin' songs But you can bet your
through my mind is the pavement! (Falling out of love with life). Here's the latest newsflash update on the Wall Street situation, seems he wants to have his song played
! (The ball drops onto a twisted slide, slides downwards then bumps off three more thingys that light up, the last one bouncing it into a hole where
, I'd be back again. Call me what you will Satisfy yourself Justify your position Money it's a problem It's so much more I can suppress this hole if I